Earrings

Earrings, that's what moves with you. Which captures the light when you turn your head, which approaches your neck when the wind rises.

These are tied by hand, thread after thread, with this slowness that gives rise to lasting things. Macramé worked in forms that evoke other times, other places. Light but present, they accompany your actions without ever weighing, never shouting louder than you.

Each pair has something unique in it. An irregularity in the knot, a variation in the tension of the wire. The traces of the hand that created them, of intent put in each gesture.

Because at the bottom, what we wear near his face says something about us. And these curls whisper rather than scream. They suggest. They accompany your story without rewriting it.